Timmy had a future in baseball if it was not for his father. During one game he was taken out of the lineup at the last minute by the coach. Timmy's father was so angry he had run up on the field and started a fight. Mr. Smith the coach's assistant ran over tried to help and it became a pushing match where the father hollered quite a few racial slurs.
The following week Timmy was benched and the week afterwards the same thing happened. Timmy's mother, Gina knew that they had narrowly avoided having the police called down so she thought perhaps her level head might be better equipped to speak to the coach and Mr. Smith. Gina was in her early forties, busty with dark hair. She had a tight waist that she worked very hard to maintain and a nice round full but firm ass.
Mr. Smith was cordial but said that he needed to see both her and her together when the coach was available as he did not want there to be a repeat of what had happened. "I know about your husband's temper," he said.
Gina felt a little bit more at ease now, she thought she just might have the upper hand in this situation after all. She could have sworn that he had been checking her out and was feeling a bit intimidated, but now that Mr. Smith said he wanted to talk to them both she was sure she could get Timmy back playing. It was a good thing too as his girlfriend Cindy had also been worried about his future.
The next week the coach and Mr. Smith met with Gina and her husband. The coach spoke in an almost cheerful manner, "Well you know your boy Timmy has a good arm. Matter of fact one of the best arms I have seen in a long time. A really long time."
"Yeah and there are going to be some big league scouts out there so of course we don't want to give you all the short end of the deal," Mr. Smith said with genuine concern in his voice.
"Well we were worried," said Gina, "especially after the incident, you know," she said giving a little laugh.
"You know not only could he get into the big leagues but also I am sure we can get him a full scholarship for the rest of his college years, room, board, and we know how to even finagle a car for him, though it ain't strictly legal if you know what I mean," said the coach almost winking.
"Just one problem," said Mr. Smith.
"What is that?" asked Gina.
"Well for starters your son is going to be benched for the rest of the season, and if he is lucky I will let him clean out the dugout," said the coach suddenly.
"What the fuck!" said Timmy's father getting up and raising his hands.
"You think you can raise your fucking hands to me in that crowd, with a million camera phones? You think you can humiliate me and my guy here and get away with it. Fuck you!"
Timmy's father and the two men almost came to blows, then Gina realized that Mr. Smith was not afraid of her husband. He was playing them by baiting her husband's temper. Her husband had gotten into so much shit the last time he had a fender bender that the judge said the next time there would be no suspended sentences or community service, it would be jail time.
"Is there any way we can work this out? My son should not have to suffer for his father's mistake,"
"Gina!" screamed out Timmy's father.
"No it is true! You have caused us so much trouble with that temper of yours," she turned towards the coach and Mr. Smith and asked if there was any way they could work something out.
"I don't know," said Mr. Smith.
"It would have to be something awfully big for us to forget this crap," added the coach. He thought about it for a moment and said, "Still there is money to be made off of Timmy's career for both sides, but there is an issue of trust," he concluded.
"Well what can be done?" asked Gina.
The coach and Mr. Smith looked at each other and then at her, "Well for starters your husband cannot go to the first few games Timmy plays in," to which the husband nodded his head as the coach continued, "Also we will represent Timmy in getting recruited for the major league," again her husband nodded his head.
Mister Smith turned towards Timmy's father and said, "And lastly to seal the deal that hot little wife of yours is getting involved too as you are going to let us use her for the entire weekend," he then waited for a reaction.
Gina's mouth dropped open as she absorbed what he had just said, then her husband said, "What!" as he got up to fight, "What the fuck did you just say?"
"You see there is that fucking temper of yours again," said the coach standing up with Mr. Smith, both men were bigger than Timmy's father.
In her mind's eye Gina could see all the times Harold's temper had cost them friends, ruined relationships with family and cost him one sweet job after another.
He ran at the coach and Mr. Smith and the two men slammed him back into the chair so hard Gina winced.
"Wait! Stop this shit now!" Gina said more to the surprise of Harold than to the coach or Mr. Smith, "This is all your fault and it ends now! I don't mind when you mess up our lives, well actually I do but I have no choice, but now you are fucking with our son's life and I will not stand that. You I can divorce, but our son is our son. So anything that happens from this point onwards is your fault," Gina said getting up and going over to the two men.
"Gina! You would get divorced from me?" Harold said, terror coming into his eye as he realized how trapped he was. He said he would call the cops and promised to get the anger management he so long needed.
"Anger management? Watch what we do with your little wife with the big tits here and you are going to learn about anger management," the coach joked.
"And as for the police, we can still press charges on you mother-fucker," said Mr. Smith so angrily that Harold backed down.
"And now your wife pays the price, probably like she usually does, or maybe in this case not as she usually does," said the coach turning towards Gina.
Gina braced herself as the coach's hands squeezed her ample tits. "Shit! They are real!' he said, then he kissed her, she pulled back for a second but he continued to kiss her.
In their house Gina and Harold were both somewhat racist in their attitudes, which made the kiss even more shocking to both. Mr. Smith stood behind her and kissed her the back of her neck then took his turn in feeling her tits.
"You know I am only doing this for my son," Gina said trying to rationalize what she was doing, all she succeeded in doing was to make both me laugh.
Harold started to get up and Gina waved her finger at him reminding him that it was his fault. Part of her wanted to run from the room. She wondered what her mother would think of her kissing two black men in front of her husband and pictured how angry she would be. In a perverse way the turn off became a turn on. Maybe it was payback for all the shit Harold's stupid temper had put her through.
"I have got to see those tits," the coach said.
"You are not fucking doing that," Harold said.
Gina shot him a dirty glance as she opened her blouse, then she unsnapped the front of her bra letting her huge fat tits bounce into view.
"Nice!" said Mr. Smith.
